It is a mystery I do not understand itI have come close, but never reached itIt has searched for me and I hid from it

When you love someone, you have to tell them who you are inside the person no one ever seesI cannot do that because I dont understand how powerful it can beI will never know I will always hideI want to love, I want to feelThe powerful feeling of having everythingAnd when I think about it its not like I have nothing

Its just... I want to know what its like

So every time I see you I wonderWill you? Will you teach me about the meaning of the world Called love?

Many thoughts on love. Some depressing, some fulfilling, some so abstract they are inexplainable and incomprehensible.Interesting take on it. I always say that, don't I? But that is a major character of your writing. XD Nice usage of text placement.